Thank you so much for being part of the blog tour for Bloodstone (The Curse of Time Book 1) Beaton.
My alter ego is MJ – Mary Jane from Spiderman. I love superheros!
M J Mallon was born in Lion city Singapore, a passionate Scorpio with the Chinese Zodiac sign of a lucky rabbit. She spent her early childhood in Hong Kong. During her teen years, she returned to her father’s childhood home, Edinburgh where she spent many happy years, entertained and enthralled by her parents’ vivid stories of living and working abroad. Perhaps it was during these formative years that her love of writing began inspired by their vivid storytelling.
She counts herself lucky to have travelled to many far-flung destinations and this early wanderlust has fuelled her present desire to emigrate abroad. Until that wondrous moment, it’s rumoured that she lives in the UK, in the Venice of Cambridge with her six-foot hunk of a rock god husband. Her two enchanting daughters have flown the nest but often return with a cheery, heart-warming smile to greet her.
MJ’s writing credits also include a multi-genre approach: paranormal, best-selling horror, supernatural short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She worked with some amazing authors and bloggers, (including Beaton,) compiling an anthology/compilation set during the early stages of COVID-19 entitled This Is Lockdown and later she wrote a spin-off poetry collection, Lockdown Innit.
She’s been blogging for many moons at her blog home Kyrosmagica, (which means Crystal Magic,) where she celebrates the spiritual realm,her love of nature, crystals and all things magical, mystical, and mysterious.
MJ’s motto is…
To always do what you Love, stay true to your heart’s desires, and inspire others to do so too, even if it appears that the odds are stacked against you like black hearted shadows.
Her favourite genre to write is…
Fantasy/magical realism because life would be dull unless it is sprinkled with a liberal dash of extraordinarily imaginative magic!
Next Chapter Publishing – YA fantasy The Curse of Time series:
Bloodstone – The Curse of Time Book 1
Genre: YA Fantasy/Paranormal
Fifteen-year-old Amelina Scott lives in Cambridge with her dysfunctional family, a mysterious black cat, and an unusual girl who is imprisoned within the mirrors located in her house.
When an unexpected message arrives inviting her to visit the Crystal Cottage, she sets off on a forbidden path where she encounters Ryder: a charismatic, perplexing stranger.
With the help of a magical paint set and some crystal wizard stones, can Amelina discover the truth about her family?
A unique, imaginative mystery full of magic-wielding and dark elements, Bloodstone is a riveting adventure for anyone interested in fantasy, mythology or the world of the paranormal.
UK Book Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Bloodstone-Curse-Time-Book-1-ebook/dp/B097QZBKNY/
US Book Link: https://www.amazon.com/Bloodstone-M-J-Mallon-ebook/dp/B097QZBKNY/
Universal book Link:http://mybook.to/bstmm
And the 2nd in the series coming soon
Golden Healer – The Curse of Time Book 2
Her eclectic blog shares her love of reading, reviewing books, writing, and photography: https://mjmallon.com/
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Kyrosmagica Publishing (MJ’s Imprint)
Pandemic Poetry: Lockdown Innit
Poetry, Prose and Photography: Mr. Sagittarius
An anthology: This Is Lockdown
Shorter version – Paperback: mybook.to/Thisislockdownpb
Excerpt from Bloodstone
It’s a certainty, Guys like Ryder don’t appear, Every single day, Weep as you will, but it’s true, ‘Cause he’s lush and forbidden. I stepped back and stifled my scream. The trembling of the earth continued beneath my feet. I glanced down in horror as I watched the crack grow, spreading tendrils of darkness in an eerie shadow. I tore my eyes from the trembling ground and glanced at the two boys on the other side of the fissure. Shock and fear registered in their eyes as they met my stare. My heart pounded in my chest, sending a shot of adrenalin through me. I moved as far away from the shadowy cleft as possible, my feet moving with no direction from my mind. The lads took refuge in glancing at their feet, moving backward from the advancing crack as if they’d thought the strange shadow would swallow them up. I found it odd, but they didn’t run. Instead, Will and Mitch hardly dared to breathe. They stepped slowly, stealing away from the edge. Before long I watched as they became two indistinct shapes far off in the distance. I felt my body relax. The quivering stopped, and the ground felt solid beneath my feet again. I took a deep breath and managed a faint smile. ‘Thank you, Ryder.’ I could feel the heat of a pink tint colour my cheeks. ‘No problem, it’s my pleasure,’ he replied. He turned to face me, and with an elaborate bow, his face lit up with a confident smile as his eyes met mine. I grinned back and chuckled when I realised Ryder reminded me of a princely actor. I thanked my lucky stars he had crossed my path. I shuddered to think what might have happened if he hadn’t come by when he did. I felt unsettled by that pathway where the shadows seemed to come alive. Those boys were weird. I shook my head, trying to get the image of their blank eyes staring at me out of my head. A residue of uncertainty remained. Those shadows lingered in my mind, resurrecting buried memories from my thirteenth birthday: an imprint on glass, a charades card, and a young man’s beguiling voice bewitching me. I shivered, feeling the coolness of the air. Glimpsing up at the sky, I noticed that grey rain clouds were gathering. I looked over my shoulder at Ryder. ‘I better get back. It’s going to rain.’ Ryder glanced up at the gathering gloom. ‘I think you’re right. If it’s not rain, it’s darkness that follows me. You never know what’s lurking in the shadows. With that in mind, let me walk you home.’ What a strange thing to say, I thought as we turned to walk down the path toward my home. Ryder’s words sounded creepy, and I couldn’t shake my uneasiness. Perhaps, I should have run away, but instead, I allowed myself to walk with him. I do not understand what possessed me to do so. It must have been the irregular hiccupping of my heart.
Looks very interesting. Beaton you a blogger who brings other authors into my world. Thanks.
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Thank you Shuvai. Beaton is a wonderful blogger and I’m thrilled to be on his blog sharing my good news. 🙂
Hi Beaton, thanks so much for the lovely blog tour post. I appreciate it. I’m having a week of work to sort out my house! It seems that being an author and keeping a clean and tidy home don’t go well together. I also have my eldest daughter visiting which is a lovely treat. Hope that life is treating you well. Take care. Smiling, Marje x
Celebrating Marje’s every success!
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